“No,” I wailed. “What have I done?” My entire body shuddered with sobs as I curled myself over my knees. Tears spilled from my hands and disappeared on the floor. The coarse wood dug into my skin, and it gave when David stepped down to grasp my folded hips with his immense hands. He lifted me up and turned me to him, hugging me tight as I shook.
“I’m here,” he whispered feverishly. “Let me in, let me help.”
“You can’t.” Despair squeezed my chest, making its way up to my throat. “I don’t know what you think you see in me but I’m not that.”
He placed his hands on both sides of my head and guided it back gently, clearing the hair from my tear-streaked face. “I see a girl who wants to let go.”
His words struck something buried deep inside, and I shook my head harder, stepping back without breaking eye contact. “I’m not that. I don’t want that,” I said, pressing my palm forcefully against my chest. “I’m black inside, David, you don’t understand. There’s nothing there to give, I’m too fucked up. And you, oh God, you’re so beautiful.” The confession knocked the breath from me as the words pulsated through my body. I trembled under his loosened grip. He was drawing out my closely guarded secrets, charming them from me like poisonous snakes.
David looked equally horrified. I didn’t know what to see in the way he looked at me. I only knew that I had finally managed to drive him away, but not soon enough.
The damage was already done.
CHAPTER 23
I EXPECTED HIM TO RELEASE ME, to make some excuse about having to work early while gathering my things and ushering me back into the night. Instead he grabbed me to him and kissed me with a heated fury. He lifted me off the ground to his level and held my nape with his free arm. He grew hard as stone between my legs, prompting me to wrap all of my limbs around him. His fingers dug into my back, and I cried into his mouth as the pain gave way to pleasure. He charged me against the cold plaster, knocking against the nightstand and overturning a lamp.
“Oh, baby,” he said through gritted teeth, adjusting my weight with his hips. I released him and flattened my palms and upper back against the wall. He stepped back with my legs still clinging to him and reached under my buttocks with one arm. Holding me steady, he used his free hand to sink himself into me without checking to see if I was ready. I was wetter than water, but I shrieked with surprise from the unanticipated feel of his unsheathed cock inside me.
Immediately he was pumping his hips against me, propelling me up and down the wall as he thrust into me with urgency. “Fuck,” he exhaled, leaning over my hips to catch my lips in a furious kiss. “You feel so good, fuck, you’re amazing,” he panted. He drew me to him and wrapped his arms underneath mine, taking a shoulder in each hand. We straightened against the wall as he pushed me deeper onto him until my ass connected with his scrotum. I vainly grasped at his slick back, trying to hold on as he continued to buck.
My insides tightened deliciously with each naked plunge, bringing me quickly to the edge, and I gasped for air as I threw my head against the wall, wincing in pain as it hit directly on my bump.
“Shit,” he said, backing us away from the wall.
“It’s fine, don’t stop,” I uttered, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face into his neck as he rounded the bed. He bent over suddenly, cradling my back so I wouldn’t fall, and I gasped with new awareness of his depth. With a light laugh, he drew back to kiss me quickly on the lips. He stuck a packet in his mouth and tore it swiftly, producing a condom.
Still dangling from his body, I gave him an exaggerated pout. He looked me evenly in the eyes and pulsed into me once with a groan. My lips split as I drew a sharp breath.
He leaned over and pecked me again. “I can’t wait to come inside of you Olivia,” he said, kissing the underside of my jaw, “one day, when you’re mine.”
I nearly lost my grip at his words. I was so aroused, that I feared I might faint from the sheer extent of my need. He withdrew from me and set me on my feet to roll on the condom.
His gaze swept over me in the moonlight, and he licked his lips as I stood waiting, wringing my hands. “Clasp your hands behind your back. Like that. God, you’re even better than I imagined,” he said, shaking his head, sending a rapid blush up my exposed body. “And I imagined a lot.”
I had imagined too. I took in his towering frame and broad, solid torso. Dark curls started at his chest and thinned into a delicious trail. His stomach was flat with a hint of a six-pack, and the muscles in his arms were perfectly formed, just as I’d fantasized. His massive erection seemed implacable, and my mouth moistened just looking at it. I tucked my hair behind my ear as I let him examine me back.
He turned me around, and I yelped as he smacked me on the ass. “On the bed.”
I climbed up what I realized was a very high bed and sat facing him, running one leg down the other eagerly. When he didn’t make a move, I bit my lip and whimpered, nearly crazed with aching.
He exhaled a short, forceful breath and took a large stride toward me. “Christ, Olivia,” was all he said as he took an ankle in each hand. In one movement, he had spread my legs and yanked me to him so I fell back on the comforter. I shut my eyes and groaned when I felt his lips on the inside of my ankle, making their way up my knee to my inner thigh. His mouth jumped to my stomach, brushing my scar, and my ab muscles clenched fiercely in response. No, no, no, I told myself. Stay with him, I directed, trying not to lose focus.
“Mmm,” he moaned as he released my legs, pressed his chest to my stomach and took my breasts in his hands, running his thumbs under my nipples with reverence. I pushed my hips into his torso, desperate to feel him again. His mouth encircled one nipple and then the other; I bowed into the bliss of his tongue, softly crying out as I grasped handfuls of soft hair. He let me pull him up and kissed me hard. He pressed his fingers against my opening and anticipation vibrated my body. I bit my lip hard and after my whimpering plea, he shoved what felt like two fingers into me. They crooked and massaged, feeling me from inside.
“Oh,” I gasped, shocked at the new sensation. I writhed beneath him as he kept the pace, bringing me back to the edge. I arched into his body, and he wrapped his other arm underneath my lower back, securing me to him and sucking my earlobe. “Holy shit,” I gasped. I fought off the urge to come from his fingers, wanting nothing more than to feel him again, to watch him grunting as he hammered me.
“Come on, baby, come for me,” he rasped into my neck.
“No,” I shot back, reaching around and grabbing his solid ass in both my hands, urging his hips toward me. “Fuck me, David, I need you.”
“So fucking stubborn,” he growled and stood upright again, pulling my hips so forcefully that I almost fell over the edge. I felt his fingers spread my swollen lips and push the head of his rigid dick into me before shackling my ankles in a steadfast grip. He slowly swirled his hips twice before I cried his name in desperation.
At that he plunged into me, taking no time to pick up his thrust. He released my legs and my feet pushed against his shoulders, supporting him as he deepened his range. He grabbed
my hips roughly, nailing me into the mattress so fast that I had to grab the sheets in a death grip.
“Look at me, baby,” said a voice from afar. I obeyed as a roaring began in my ears but squeezed my eyes shut, trying to prolong the impending orgasm. “Oh God, I’m gonna come,” he said. I felt his hand grab my jaw as he demanded, “Look at me.”
I broke myself from the darkness and opened my eyes for him, a cry escaping as wildfire tore through my body, throwing me into a violent orgasm that had me coming twice as hard and twice as long as before. He continued to pound me through the climax, never losing eye contact. He fucked me wildly, seizing my waist as my spent body threatened to slide up the bed with each thrust. I watched as he roared from behind gritted teeth with a punishing final thrust, squeezing me with his hands as he came feverishly, and never letting go until every drop had left his body. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
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Sinewy arms propped David over me as he heaved. I ran a hand through my sweat soaked hair and over my undulating breasts, trying to catch my own breath. I jumped when he brushed my clit to pull out of me and throw the condom next to the other one. I hooked my legs onto the edge of the bed, where I was still dangerously close to slithering off.
“You’re going to fall,” he observed, looking me up and down.
“I can’t move,” I replied between heavy breaths. He reached over and pulled me into a sitting position. A hand swept under my knees, and suddenly I was in his arms like a bride. He carried me to the bathroom and let me down at the toilet.
“What?” I asked.
“You should always pee after sex. Go,” he commanded.
I sat down, more out of exhaustion than compliance. “A little privacy?”